It happened often enough that soldiers he had trained would then become witch-paired soldiers. They were the strongest of all soldiers, after all, and that was part of Warren's goal. To prepare soldiers for the next step by reinforcing discipline and building their strength was often his priority but it was rare that the opposite happened, and a witch-paired soldier came to him after years of having a pair.

A lot of the time, a soldier who had lost their paired witch or werewolf would quickly find a replacement. Better to do so when they were still well trained, rather than letting them get used to being a lone soldier again. Especially the men, who had no magic and were therefore stronger as werewolves than as men. But on this occasion, the soldier had opted not to quickly find a replacement witch. Instead, he would return to solitary service under Warren's care, and Warren wanted to speak with the man because making such a transition could be difficult.

"Yes, the lieutenant is expecting you," Lady Aveline said as she answered the door and allowed Fabian in. She'd walk out and close the door behind herself, leaving the two men in the room alone. Warren stood up from his desk, walked around, and offered to shake Fabian's hand.

"Hello Lord Winters. I'm Lieutenant Warren Woodwick. Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat," he offered the man the chair that sat in front of his desk, while returning to the one that sat behind. "I'd like to begin by offering my condolences over the loss of your paired witch. I know that cannot be easy."

Fabian nodded his head at Lady Aveline as he walked in. He never thought he would be back in this office well maybe one day but he didn't expect to be inis office for the reason he was in there today. Yes it might of be logical, for him to get paired quickly with another witch. However, how can one be just paired up so quickly and be expected to pick up like that. for him, the relationship he had with his witch, even though they didn't share blood. She was his family. Her kids were like his Nieces and Nephews. In his eyes they still our and will always be family.

"Lieutenant Woodwick." He stood up straight and bowed his ahead in attention. His eyes normally a happy go lucky fuy. It seems like that sparkle is missing as he sit down. When he offered his condolences Fabian looked down. "Thank you Lieutenant. She will be missed, she was a strong witch."

He had known of Fabian Winters before this. The military wing was not so huge that he hadn't seen the man, and he tried to familiarize himself with as many soldiers as he could, regardless of their rank, status, or if they were individuals or paired. That said, the two had never formally met and been introduced, so it was better to get that out of the way first.

Once he was sitting down and Warren had taken his seat as well, he laced his fingers together in front of himself on his desk. "Yes, we all feel the loss of such a strong witch, especially in times like this. I respect your decision to return to individual service versus being placed with a new witch, but I did want to make sure I have a grasp on where your mind is at as you transition back into this very different form of work. Before I set forth my expectations, I'd like to ask if you have any questions or concerns, perhaps areas you might feel you need to focus on as someone who will not be utilizing their werewolf form as they had before?"

Fabian sit down the pain of losing his paired was emotional and not having Kat around when she passed made the passing feel ten times harder, but he tries to put a face on for her. She just came home, and with this war coming up there a lot more pressure about. Fabian looked forward as Warren spoke. Be professional.

"Understandable, Lieutenant." Fabian thought for a bit. "Well, I possible need to retrain my mind set as I won't be as strong as I was in wolf form. I am worried about now I felt the wolf inside of me that i might get mad at people." He explained. Thankfully he hasn't yet but who knows what his wolf form up to.

Warren nodded as Fabian made his concerns known, and gave it a bit of thought before speaking. "Anger is not an issue unique to those who have embraced their curse. I cannot speak on the curse, as I'm too old to have been affected by it. But I can speak to anger, and I know some exercises that will help you let out any possible frustrations without allowing you to take them out on your new team members. I teach my soldier to harness their emotions in a way that is useful, much the way a paired witch harnesses a mans wolf form. It may take some time, but we'll work on it."

He pulled out a piece of parchment paper and began to jot down a few notes. "If that is your main concern, you should do well. I am strict, however. I expect everyone to be on time for their shifts and exercises. I expect everyone to work on group work as well as individual activities, and I expect you to put the work in outside of your shifts as well. We do not have time for slouches or laziness, and I will punish any wasted time, disrespect, or mistakes that could have been avoided. We do not have the luxury of fun any longer. I hope you understand that."

Sitting there he is listening to Warren, "I would never want to hit anyone Lieutenant so exercises to direct my anger to something more productive would be greatly appreciated." Fabian was possible a soft soul when it come to being a soldier. He is strong but for a soldier who been in the military he possible not as advance as some of the others his age in his career. His prefect wife is doing so well and at some points he feel like he was a failure.

"It is one of my main concern at the moment, other concerns can be talked about as I get back into routine of being a solo soldier. I understand that there are some stresses coming about I am a dedicated to my work as a soldier as I am as a soldier." There was some fire behind his eyes as he takes a deep breath as he calmed down a bit. "I want to progress further into my career, I've been a soldier for ten years now. However, haven't progressed much in terms of career wise. I know there a lot i need to work on before I can do that."

Warren nodded, jotting down a few more notes on his parchment before looking back up at the soldier. "I will craft a new schedule unique to your needs, as I do with most soldiers. I would suggest spending your free time getting to know those in your grouping, they will help familiarize you with the way we go about things here, but my door is always open should you have questions." With that, he put his quill down and rested his hands in his lap.

"As you've said, any further issues that arise can be addressed as they make themselves known. It may not be a smooth process, which cannot be helped. This transition is sometimes difficult for soldiers, but as you appear to be determined, I'm sure all will be well. As for progressing in your career," he pulled a few sheets of parchment from a stack on his desk and scanned them. "There is always more to learn. Progression is usually slow and you're still young, but I will place you with a group of soldiers that are somewhat more experienced. You can learn from them, and we will go from there."

Sitting the parchments down, he slid one over to Fabian along with a freshly dipped quill. "If you would, please sign this stating that you are returning to individual service. It is not a contract, just an acknowledgement, so should you decide to look for another paired witch in the future, you are still able to do so."

He would be able to do that he was quiet a social soldier always wanting to hang out with other soldiers and always have a welcoming smile on his face. not like he have it on his face at the moment, he wasn't really in the mood much for smiling. How can you smile when you lost somebody who one grows close to as a witch-paired soldiers can? He thought of her as a sister, she was family. It should be him, she should be here, she should be still be here fighting, raising her children. However they will grow up without their mum. This world is to mean sometimes.

"Thank you Lieutenant." He was determined to get back on his feet as they say, he wasn't ready to be knocked down. he still have to be a role model for his kids, he can't let his children see him as week. their need to see their father as strong. He took the quill and signed where it was needed for him to be signed.